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Well, not too much is going on. It's not as if anyone reads this anyway XD I'm not sure why I feel the need to keep writing in this thing. 

My dad almost left again the other day. He's been holding the fact that he could over my head since I was a kid whenever I messed up, so why does it still affect me so much? Why do I even care after so long. I wish I could go back to when I was really little, when everything was just okay all the time, no matter what happened, and everyone loved me and wanted to protect me. I just miss it. Not meaning to whine or anything. But it's been forever since I've been able to wake up in the morning and not have the possibility of something terrible hanging over me.

I'm working on some story samples to send in to Tokyopop, so maybe they'll publish them. It would be amazing if they did. I hope it works out and everything. There's really not much to say. I've just been sitting around today, trying to bring myself to work on Plaidpoppet's story, which I should finish before her birthday... but I'm so stuck on it.

We might go to the mall this weekend or something. Maybe I'll convince Kiona and Nat to come. Sheesh, I no wonder I'm so immature. I hang out with a bunch of twelve-year-olds XD Not that it's bad or anything. They're all a lot of fun. Kids don't judge you like teenagers do, and they don't care about appearances or if you're a freak or anything. So yeah, it'll be fun. Maybe I'll get more shoes, which wouldn't be good, since I've already got way too many. 

I want to paint something stupid.